He smiled. "Oh, you needn't worry; she's all right. Not exactly your
class, but you needn't mind that--you'll make it proper by going
yourself!"
"You really want me to go--with Mrs. Page?"
"Why not?"
"It sounds a bit gay--you know I'm not exactly accustomed to that sort
of thing--"
"You mustn't believe the stories you hear of her."
"I'll go--and find out!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Yes, I'll go; what
time does the boat go?" Her mood had grown almost eager.
"We can just catch the one forty-five. I'll ring them up and let them
know we're coming."
"No--I want to see her face when she first sees me. Mrs. Page!" she
laughed to herself grimly.
"Cly, what's the matter with you to-day?" he demanded, turning upon her
suspiciously.